I am really loving getting outside in the fresh air, despite the fact that the weather is about a month behind itself and nobody has told Jack Frost to do one.
Owning Chekhov is making me get outdoors and walk for at least an hour a day, which for someone so un-inclined to do ‘planned and agreed exercise’ as I am, is nothing short of a miracle.
My favourite walks are in the woods. Even before I had a dog and I used to wander round Alexandra Palace, all dogless and weird-looking, groups of trees have been rather appealing to get lost in.
I think I like the solitude…and the fact that there are less ruddy people to share my mud and snow. Sometimes you just need a little physical space.